I'm Mary Lauran.

From Doug Aiken’s “Song 1” at the Hirshhorn. Thousands of people drive along a highway, both knowing that they are surrounded by others doing the same thing and completely isolated in their own vehicles. A few subjects—people who would look at ease laughing around a bar table together—sing absentmindedly behind the wheel, mouthing intimate words but training their eyes only on the taillights of the machines ahead of their own.